Kairo Tigen The Thirteenth Flame :: PumpKing; God of All
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Subject: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 08, 2023 2:30 am
='Kairo Tigen'= "Player :: Guidebook (Spellbook) : Judgment ; Crown - Minor ~ Sacral * #12 Al-Bari' (The Initiator {Evolver/Eternal Spirit Worshiped By All/Have Absolute Power Over All Matters, Nature & Events})." -Consecration-
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The bright light emanating from Tymon's form was none other than his Free Will flaring up around him, engulfing him completely and expanding across the dimension before the Lost World's very eyes. His bulbous head was now shaped like a crystal pumpkin, and it was about as large as the actual gigantic gaping hole that he created as a patch between the two dimensions. His body aflame and aglow with numerous colors, he became his 'Twelfth Restriction', Tigen, whose colorful flaming body surrounding Tymon became synchronous with all of who he was and what he willed. "This Is The Shinseigami's Will..." Tigen spake, his normally aloof and light voice now serious and filled with bass.
"... Dimensia Ripper..." It almost sounded like Tigen was a bit reluctant to say these words, but being the Shinseigami Tymon's Free Will and not simply his own self, they needed to be unified in what their wills were in order for the Thirteen Restrictions to remain maintained. Therefore, Tigen sucked it up and reached inside of the Lost World's dimension, raking his now claw-like fiery hand across the visible space beyond the planet -- something that they could physically witness and nothing too large for the planet to comprehend. After tearing through the dimensional fabric of the Lost World, it became weak, and the dimensional energy would soon erode and cause the dimension to collapse upon itself. "By The Time This Tear Reaches The Ends Of Your Dimension," Kairo Tigen started to say, "Your Dimension Will Meet Its End Once Again Like In Times Of Yore."
Kairo Tigen withdrew his hand and placed it at the edge of the Dimension Gate, gazing through the hole with large, triangular eyeholes in his crystalline head, waiting for the 'Eleventh Restriction' of the Thirteen Restrictions to come forth.
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Finally, it was time.
The dimensional tear that weakened the dimensional structure of the Neo Lost World's new dimension they entered when the first one was destroyed by the Tensei had now done exactly what Kairo Tigen stated it would when war was first waged on the Neo Lost World. Their reality was no more, and now the Distorted Reality -- an alternate version of the Reality Village that once existed in an isolated space parallel to the original Lost World before merging and eventually becoming the Veritas on the Lost World -- was the hosting dimension for the Neo Lost World, and the lines between them were distorted and blended together canonically through the weakness of the dimensional structures between them. The Distorted Reality was older and counted as an original Alternate Reality to the original Reality, just as the Neo Lost World was an original Alternate Reality to the original Lost World, which was destroyed by the Tensei. So, the two most senior Alternate Realities of the two interconnected worlds existed in the same dimension, and Tigen broke the barrier between them so that the Distorted Reality and the Neo Lost World would be both bound together directly canonically and also neighbors in the same dimension.
From beyond, Kairo Tigen's burning crystalline pumpkin head could be seen over the Distorted Reality and the Neo Lost World, witnessing the conjoining of the two within the same space. In his flaming eyes, there seemed to be a flurry of emotions as all that was said by the Tensei happened yet again, just like the first time. This time, they were not destroying the other dimension, but letting it live on connected to a remnant of the original Reality, which existed on its own before traversing to the Lost World at all.
Kairo Tigen would personally oversee the Distorted Reality and the Neo Lost World during the time of the final fruitions of the Post-Apocalyptic War, which would be won right properly on schedule by the Tensei yet again, at the Twelfth Restriction -- just before entering the Thirteenth Restriction. Tigen seemed very disappointed in them for the events that brought this on and that further spiraled them into scenarios such as these, but he also seemed to be looking for something in them, which was why he remained watching over them, and why the Tensei -- named Khrona -- had such an intent on making amends.
Even if making amends was the goal, that didn't mean at all that he would allow himself to be bitched around, which was the entire point of this Post-Apocalyptic War with them. But destruction was never the goal -- just a lesson. Hopefully it was finally clear after all of these years.
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Just as it was in the days of the Original Lost World, the Neo Lost World had quite the very many loose ends to tie up, and one of them was wide open for the Silver Pumpkinhead to make use of, finally. "I Suppose That Everything Is Exactly On Schedule, Then...?" The Silver Pumpkinhead, which prepared for the Metal Pumpkinhead's arrival, passed through the old 'Dimensional Rip' that was caused by Tigen when they first went to war...
... But that wasn't the first time that 'Dimensional Tear' had been there. That was just reopening a closed wound... And a loose 'Dimensional Thread'. Of course, when Tigen cut it, it was actually temporally adjusted to -when the first time it appeared on the Lost World- and created -Escellsia-. That, by this act, was all Kairo Tigen's doing -- and therefore, the full undoing of both the Lost World and its Neo Lost World 'Alternate Reality'.
... Yet, this couldn't just be the end of it, now could it...?
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On the other side of that 'Dimensional Rip' created by Tigen in the Veritas that permeated in the 'Dimensional Space' of the 'Original Lost World', which was the 'Mysterious Force From Beyond' that caused it to occur when the rift to 'Escellsia' was created... Was the -Negative Space- from where Escellsia -would- have been if it still existed -- the 'Dimensional Structure' it was -prior- to its conception... The Negaverse. Which is, coincidentally, hooked up right to the mouth of the Silver Pumpkinhead, known also as the Furnace of the Veritas -- Dudael, Cauldron Of God.
Tymon Nikia Bolton II Shinseigami, the PanDaddy :: Pandimensional Overgod; the Unrestricted Being
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 08, 2023 2:49 am
='Kairo Tigen'= "... Clever Sneaky Brats -- Still Cheeky As Ever Knowing They Don't Have A Leg To Stand On. It's Like They're -Asking- For It... But I -Highly- And -Seriously- Doubt They Could-- Wait, Didn't They Always Try To Distract Me In The Past So They Could Do 'Sneaky Chameleon'...?" -Tymon-
Tymon Nikia Bolton II Shinseigami, the PanDaddy :: Pandimensional Overgod; the Unrestricted Being
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 08, 2023 2:53 am
='Tymon'= "... Well Then, I'll Just Use Overwhelming Force To Cover Every Single Method They Can Think Of And Stomp Them Out Of Existence Again. I Did It Once -- Twice, Maybe, Even. Let Me Start Devouring More Of Mine Morsels, In Front Of Their Faces, To Taunt Them." -Forbidden-
Tymon Nikia Bolton II Shinseigami, the PanDaddy :: Pandimensional Overgod; the Unrestricted Being
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 08, 2023 3:23 am
='Forbidden'= "... I Know Exactly What To Do, Then, Since Their Egos Are So Inflated, And They Believe I Will Be Itching To Pop It If They Make It -Seem- Like They've Got A Plan And The Drive... I Will -Instead- Simply Perform A -Display- Of Power, Since All They Want Is A Little Light Show... They Were Always So Good At Bluffing, Yet Terrible At Telling When I'm Bluffing Or Not Bluffing. And I Assure You, I Am Bluffing -Much Less Often- Than Anyone -Actually- Anticipates." -Regency-
Following scheduled protocol, the Metal Pumpkinhead, which had been designated to the Silver Pumpkinhead, would continue its assigned duties algorithmically, being drawn across the Veritas in order to continue its Maintenance. One of its scheduled stops was in the Data Realm, where the Neo Lost World was, which had been trying yet again to subvert the Veritas. It was all too fortunate that all such was part of the plan, and now Metal Pumpkinhead had digitized something to assist in their education of why they should not. To that effect, when the Metal Pumpkinhead appeared again, it would be surrounding the Neo Lost World, uploading directly to them... The Traphouse.
_________________ Black Ignis, The Souzenryoku Of Darkness; The Pumpkintwin, Junk Lord. A metallic, mechanical entity made in the image of Pumpkinhead, hence the names Metal Pumpkinhead and Pumpkintwin. However, it also goes by 'iT' when mad, which means 'iTabitha'. It stands the same height as Pumpkinhead -- thirteen feet tall -- and its head resembles a metallic pumpkin-skull mask with large, black horns protruding from it. Its body is fully metallic and well-defined in musculature, completely naked, but bearing no genitals, and eternally wrapped in a purple flame tinted with blackness. It always looks like its wrathful and malicious, even when idle, and dislikes to speak often, unless in code or algorithm. It follows logic, algorithm, and code to the letter, and rules over all Manual Overwrite processes in the Veritas. It has strict command over all darkness, including Space and the Unknown. Its true form is that of an astronomically sized fully mechanical planet named Planet Zodion, where Mechanica live, thrive, and are made, serving as the Master Control as well as the entire planet, itself. Its signature weapon is known as Longinus.
Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 15, 2023 6:45 am
='Traphouse'= With the uploading of previous data directly from and into their realm, the Traphouse that belonged to the Veritas would easily assimilate with the Neo Lost World, able to bypass most restrictions and merge in the phase space between them, binding them together. That way, when the Traphouse appeared, it would be like a flash that instantaneously embed itself with them, wholly integrated, and without warning. They wouldn't have been able to defend against it nor even recognize that it was happening, because of the method in which the fusion occurred. It was through the dimensional bonds that transcended just what was within their independent, isolated worlds that allowed such a thing, and not anything that would happen within the confines of either realm.
So, when they were finally confronted once again by the Veritas, it would have been to tell them, just as they started fighting, that this game was over. "BLAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" shouted Baby Evil, which would Build and Construct the integrated Traphouse infused within their realm from out of the Phase Space, eventually generating an actual Traphouse that blended with the Veritas... All around their realm in totality. "YOU. ARE. DEFEATED!!!" Ty-chan, who had enough of their foolishness the very moment it began, was now the one who was overseer over them, and called out to them with the malice of his play.
Just as soon as they began, they'd lost... But, the game wasn't over just because they lost. No, Ty-chan... =Tymon= wasn't that type of person. Games extended well beyond singular wins and losses, and that much was a fact that only people with true knowledge of games could understand. Those who just wanted to win single battles and make themselves feel superior, learning the ways to cheat to only glean a single thing only once, and then become reliant on restraining factors that would only work under the particularly only circumstances that were impressed, but never actually grooming any strength or talent or wisdom beyond that, simply because it was effective for doing -one- singular, tiny, insignificant, menial task -- like, per se, winning at Video Games by any means necessary, making that the crutch of your entire gameplay, then acting superior about it -- were the ones that ended up trapped in situations like this... Wholly ignorant of the world of lies they'd woven for themselves, blinded themselves to with vanity, peppered with their own arrogance, and sealed in stone with their pride. They were forever stuck... Petrified. As if with fear.
As they should be, if they were so wholly dependent in the entirety of their weak beings on just that one singular method, just because it had a favorable outcome for instant gratification, and experienced significant decay over time, despite the capacity for further potential development of the skill. It was inferior all the same, because when it came time for the actually groomed growing ones to come back around, learned and unhinged... All they could do was the bare minimum, which was -literally- the best that they had.
Karu, who had been through much, was still in the Neo Lost World the entire time. Tyrannica, however, who was a higher manifestation of Karu, and who commanded Karu as a vessel, would emerge as the Trap Queen of the Traphouse shaping itself. "See, I Told Ya," Tyra would utter in a deadpan tone, waving a hand and erasing her Karu slave. She could just make more versions of herself as Karu, controlling them as Tyrannica.
In fact, that was the first step of this lockdown process. With her Nature Destruction, she unleashed a wave of The Insanity all throughout the Traphouse -- and therefore, all throughout the Neo Lost World -- that created waves upon waves of Karus that would run a course through the great and large Traphouse infused with them. They would literally destabilize every aspect of what they were doing through naturally destructive measures, from natural disasters to actual physical tampering. That way, they would each be set as Trap Queens that would mask her true presence there as Tyrannica over the Karus.
Tabitha Grimlyn, the Pumpkid :: Crystal Arachnegon; Kurogami of the Dawn
Sneaking through a slew of undefined variables that composed this convergence and the time displacements that would all segue and crux at this point, the Living Shadow, Tabitha, would extend throughout the other Karus. "... See...? I Told Ya..." she parroted to Tyrannica, as if from an inside, prior engagement. "... Now Lookit How Many Dollies...!" Tabitha had been sifting through the Traphouse all this time, but the ultimate goal was to sync up with Tyrannica and complete their own little secret mission that they were doing together. Some sisterly bonding.
Void Sun THE INSANITY :: VOID SUN; TATARI TENSEI - INSANITY MOON
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 15, 2023 7:15 am
And, so it goes, yet again, The Insanity was released into the Lost World... Only this time, it was much different than any other time. But the same Insanity all the same. -Trap House-
The Traphouse, which was integrated into the phase space that bound both the Veritas and the Lost World together, would reboot the data from the original Lost World that the Tensei of the Veritas obliterated and saved for themselves as a trophy, pulling straight from the archives. This archival data, which was primordial to the Neo Lost World, would be able to enter through a time displacement slipstream, amongst many other loose threads such as that.
Thus, from the Archival Data of the Original Lost World, the Hyperion Colossus -- the child of The Insanity that was released upon the Hyperion Mountains before in order to conquer them (which it did) for the Veritas -- would be made manifest on the spot, returning them to the exact same point they left off before, the time displacement slipping straight into place through the slipstream.
Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 15, 2023 8:56 am
='Trap'= -Trap House-
Already, the cocooning process was complete, and the Traphouse that the Silver Pumpkinhead served as one of the Puppet Masters of would encapsulate the wholeness of their realm, again. "Haha! Jolly Good!" cried the Silver Pumpkinhead, watching from beyond the Nightshade all the events playing out in the Archival Chamber, "The Chrysalis Is Done! Therefore, It Seems As Though We Are Finally Prepared To Proceed!" Grimlock, the Silver Pumpkinhead, would dote on Pumpkinhead, who was also inside, on the other side of the Nightshade. "See There, Dear Boy, Why I Told You Patience Was Key? Uncle Grandfather Knows A Thing Or Two, After All!" The master of all calculation, Grimlock, a legend among legends in the Veritas, whose form was now the Archival Chamber known as Silver Pumpkinhead, was still very well-capable of performing to absolute perfection. "Very Good, Then. My Work Here Is Done, Old Boy. You Take It From Here, And Enjoy Yourself And Your New Planet. I Have My Own Fodder To Feed On..."
Pumpkinhead Magnus Ignis the Archsage Witch Doctor :: Nightstorm Badass; Crystal Oversoul of the Delta
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 15, 2023 9:08 am
-Nightshade-
"Uncle Grandfather..." Pumpkinhead uttered sentimentally. "... I See..." Introspectively, Pumpkinhead now understood why it was so important to be more patient than even he'd grown to be now. Through the Red Pumpinhead, the Magnus Ignis, he'd Tempered his Patience and became much more controlled... But his malice was what usually drove him over the edge, out of patience, and into wrath. Even if it didn't, it built up too much negative energy within that needed expulsion or was too close to the edge, and didn't allow capacity for other things within. Therefore, a cluttered Pumpkin Head.
Thus, with the patience greater to outlast even those who also learned to be patient enough to fulfill their own deplorable ways, Pumpkinhead would allow for the greatest capacity over them all, always. "... You Are Wise, Uncle Grandfather..." Though Pumpkinhead wasn't trying to be a calculative expert like the Silver Pumpkinhead, having the visual perspective from the visionary of the past was definitely something he could say was a great learning experience to glean from, even if just a nugget.
Now, with the Nightshade already having been serving the purpose of isolation and containment since long before this part got started, the now useful Living Shadow of Pumpkinhead could fuse back with him and complete his full form, whilst the Pumpkin Head of Pumpinhead seeped into the Nightshade, posing as the outer reaches of space as a cosmic veil surrounding and entrapping their realm.
_________________ Fourth Restriction -- Archsage Witch Doctor; Nightstorm Badass. A giant, living, walking energy source in the shape of a thirteen foot tall pumpkin-headed scarecrow. Is a Pumpkin Head that gives itself energetic shape by its own Living Shadow, called 'Nightshade', which is an extension of itself. The one who dons the Pumpkin Head becomes Pumpkinhead's Vessel for a time, sharing all of his elemental abilities with them through unified consciousness. Has a 'Family Heirloom' that is dear to him.
_________________ Black Ignis, The Souzenryoku Of Darkness; The Pumpkintwin, Junk Lord. A metallic, mechanical entity made in the image of Pumpkinhead, hence the names Metal Pumpkinhead and Pumpkintwin. However, it also goes by 'iT' when mad, which means 'iTabitha'. It stands the same height as Pumpkinhead -- thirteen feet tall -- and its head resembles a metallic pumpkin-skull mask with large, black horns protruding from it. Its body is fully metallic and well-defined in musculature, completely naked, but bearing no genitals, and eternally wrapped in a purple flame tinted with blackness. It always looks like its wrathful and malicious, even when idle, and dislikes to speak often, unless in code or algorithm. It follows logic, algorithm, and code to the letter, and rules over all Manual Overwrite processes in the Veritas. It has strict command over all darkness, including Space and the Unknown. Its true form is that of an astronomically sized fully mechanical planet named Planet Zodion, where Mechanica live, thrive, and are made, serving as the Master Control as well as the entire planet, itself. Its signature weapon is known as Longinus.
"iT's Coming..." <3
Grand Tabrynth Chochmah; Wisdom, The All Knowing :: Omnitron Tabrith; God of Knowledge
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 15, 2023 9:26 am
_________________ The Ninth Restriction: Infergeist; Restriction of Information -- O.S. Tensei: The Creator; Master Control. Dimensional Nexus of the Veritas, Ruler of The Assault, and Creator of the Argus Card System. The Grand Tabrynth is the Master Control unit for the entire Veritas Dimension, especially the Veritas Universe, and is a bridge between the Dimensional Restrictions and the Universal Restrictions. Its true form is an ambiguously astronomical universal entity that is slender in body and with a shapely curvaceousness like a pen, legs tipped as the point, and eight long, spindly arms with equally as thin claws on each, which are the Eight Arms Of Tabrith. Its head and face look exactly like the entity which it is the virtual and mechanical version of, yet the avatar of The Creator, O.S. Tensei, is more humanoid in appearance, though that varies. He commands all data and information as well as logic and code, -- known as Omnitron -- and by default, the Mechanica. From him comes the waves of the universe, known as Transcendent Sound, and the sounds of the dimensions, which are Omnitranscendent Sound. He also has executive command over The Assault and Manual Overwrite processes, and can pursue them at any time, anywhere, which activates many features -- if not all of -- the Veritas.
Hecatonkaerei Da'at; Knowledge, The All Understanding :: Omnity Bond; the Goddess of Understanding
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Subject: Re: Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XIII :: Neo Lost World Wed Feb 15, 2023 9:40 am
Though things were running smoothly with the Virtua in the Virtual Reality Village, and the Virtual Reality Simulations were advancing through their Artificial Intelligence adequately, it came time finally for O.S. Tinasanti to leave, and also for her to expand their horizons. She would open the realm up to other Virtual Realities, even those that were in the Lawless Land -- where the Virtual Valparaiso Denizens were. They were being inducted forcefully by O.S. Tina into the Virtual Reality Village, because she had use of them. But for the moment, she had to go see to matters regarding the Neo Lost World, which was parallel canonically to the Virtual Reality Village as the Original Lost World was to the Original Reality Village.
Now that The Argus was awake, Tabitha, who was lying in wait as the Living Shadow, would ascend to her Tenth Restriction form -- Grand Tabritha, The Argus Card System. This form was the Veritas Game Mode function, and was, primarily, for The Argus to be able to play as a Player in the game, when it was designated to the Argus independently.
Therefore, the Argus Card System booted up for the Argus before the Argus, and it awakened to gaze upon all of the possibilities before it with all of its eyes -- the whole Argus Card System. From there, the Hecatoncheires -- the God Hands -- could continue on, being rebooted in tandem with the Argus.
The Argus Card System was different when the Argus was playing it and when it was by itself. It was also different depending on whether the Argus was part of it on the inside, or using it on the outside. Whilst being inside of it, the Argus was subject to it, but also unified with it in entirety, and basically had full-on total control over it via the Eyes Of God and the God Hands, the Hecatoncheires. Bearing them both as well as Master Control over the whole Argus Card System, -- as though the Argus Card System itself, in every way, was actively part of the game, and not just the host or server of it -- the Argus gazed into all possible outcomes from the moment the game started, isolating all variables and removing vestigial ones, growing further and further by making more parts vestigial and breaking away from them -- like regular evolution.
The eyes of the Argus would alter in their shape, number, and size depending on what they were doing -- even their color changed to match the very intricately coded system, which it knew automatically how to operate to its fullest capacity. Since, you know. It was made for it.
Those who were lost within the confines of the Traphouse who hadn't died would have borne witness to even greater things as they progressed, and the more they did, the more they wish they hadn't. With the greatness of the expansion of this Traphouse, it became clearer and clearer to them the longer that they lived to see it that there was no hope of escape, and it made them weary and dreary, ready to retire and give up their last breath to the tyrant of the Traphouse. They could spend generations within these walls, living there on pure survival, and never reaching the same place twice, still trapped inside, without escape. Perhaps, it wasn't such a good thing to live to see this long -- for, those who died didn't have to suffer that type of revelation and live through its despair. For, yes, Baby Evil had indeed extended the Traphouse that comprised it into the farthest reaches of the beyond... Searching. Plotting. Waiting. It was the offspring of Ophiuchus, The Angel God King Of The Veritas -- Tymon's Fifth Restriction Form; Shinrona Tensei -- and Babylon, The Mother Of Prostitutes. This child had been banished and imprisoned and starved, abused, and left for dead all for one reason... The reason that Babylon feared for her life and fled, and why all the other entities tried their damnedest to keep it trapped, as well. Because it would never get over its grudge, never stop seeking them out, and never be satisfied until it had destroyed all of them for what they did to it. The only person it bore no grudge against was its own father, who literally gave it life. To that end, it was allowed to roam and expand, and this is what happened. Now, there was a Traphouse in any place one could think, each one with a Baby Evil 'Terminal' point that looked exactly like the true Baby Evil. In this way, Baby Evil as the head could shift to any of the vestigial Terminal forms that kept Maintenance as the duplicates, and confused all who looked upon Baby Evil and the Traphouse, so they would never know the true head, and the true head could take Possession of any of its vessels at will. So the Traphouse did nothing but continue to grow. Baby Evil lived on its malice and insanity, trapping things and learning. Growing. It was like an ant colony now, with numerous different sections of things going on in different parts of the Traphouse that would give it greater capacity for experimentation without damaging itself or the wholeness of its supply of life within. In this way, Baby Evil could grow exponentially, with its malicious eternal grudge driving it farther and farther on, seemingly never to cease as long as it could see the very many ways its enemies tried to continue to destroy it.
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